In the Eastern Palace.
Lan Shenxing sat with Madam Chang, Xu Miaoyun, and the others.
Everyone was preparing for lunch.
"Crown Princess Consort," a servant ran over to report,"there are Brocade Guards outside looking for Lan Qianhu."”
Madam Chang and Xu Miaoyun looked at Lan Shenxing. Madam Lu lowered her head, thinking about something.
"I'm going out for a while."
Lan Shenxing put down his bowl and chopsticks, got up, and left.
The Jinyiwei stood outside and waited.
"What is it?"
Lan Shenxing asked softly.
"Sir, this way."
After the Embroidered Uniform Guards finished speaking, they walked towards the corner.
Lan Shenxing followed.
When he turned the corner, he saw someone.
A person who shouldn't have appeared here, but now he was here.
Mao Xiang!
Behind him stood a dozen Brocade Guards and a eunuch.
"Lan Qianhu, don't make things difficult for me," Mao Xiang said softly.”
? Lan Shenxing nodded. He removed the embroidered spring saber from his waist and threw it at Mao Xiang.
Mao Xiang caught it and handed it over to the eunuch beside him.
The eunuch caught the Embroidered Spring Knife with both hands and carefully placed it on a wooden stand before covering it with silk.
Apart from Mao Xiang, the rest of the Embroidered Uniform Guards were all staring at the saber.
Because this saber was not simple.
The Embroidered Spring Saber was not a weapon like those in TV dramas and movies.
The first difference was the appearance. The real embroidered spring sword looked majestic and domineering, unlike the petty style in the TV series.
Secondly.
The biggest difference was that the situation in the TV series where everyone had an embroidered spring knife was simply unrealistic.
For example, at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the number of embroidered spring knives in the entire Ming Dynasty was very small.
This was because each Embroidered Spring Saber was forged through repeated tempering and could cut through iron like mud, break gold, and cut stones.
The Embroidered Spring Saber was very light, like smoke or clouds, but it could break anything.
It was very difficult for the Embroidered Uniform Guards to obtain the Bullfighting Garment and Flying Fish Garment, but it was even more difficult to obtain the Embroidered Spring Saber.
Ever since Zhu Yuanzhang established the Embroidered Uniform Guards, only Mao Xiang and Lan Shenxing had received the Flying Fish Garment and the Embroidered Spring Saber.
The two commanders were rewarded with bull uniforms and embroidered spring sabers.
The two Commanders and the two Protectors had only received the bullfighting uniform.
In other words.
Currently, the huge Jinyiwei organization had only issued eight Embroidered Spring Sabers!
It was no wonder that some Embroidered Uniform Guards 'eyes lit up when they saw the Embroidered Spring Knife.
"Thousand Households Lan, sorry for offending you."
?" Take off his Flying Fish Robe!"? Mao Xiang ordered.”
Several Brocade Guards stepped forward and took off Lan Shenxing's Flying Fish Garment.
Mao Xiang turned around and strode forward.
Embroidered Uniform Guards escorted Lan Shenxing to Zhao Prison.
During this period…
He even put a gunny sack over his head.
Obviously, he was afraid that Zhu Biao and the Crown Princess 'men would see him and plead for mercy, disrupting Zhu Yuanzhang's plans.
"Sir, where are we going?”
Lan Shenxing's head was covered in a gunny sack, so he couldn't be seen at all. Even when he walked, he was escorted by two Brocade Guards to guide him.
Mao Xiang glanced at him but did not say anything.
Lan Shenxing knew that Zhu Yuanzhang must have wanted to see him. Otherwise, Mao Xiang would not have appeared here.
Judging from this special way of meeting, he guessed that Zhu Yuanzhang was angry.
In the beginning.
Lan Shenxing did not take it seriously.
He thought that it would be the same as last time. He would just take her over and criticize her a few times.
"This is…Zhao Prison?"
However…
The moment he was taken into Zhao Prison, he smelled the unique smell of blood and decay.
He knew…
This time, Zhu Yuanzhang was really going to pull out his thorn!
It was impossible for him to die.
But suffering was inevitable!
"Lan Qianhu, it's too late to regret now.”
Mao Xiang stopped and gestured for the Embroidered Uniform Guards to remove the sack.
Lan Shenxing regained his sight.
However, there was no sunlight in Zhao Prison. There was only the flickering and eerie candlelight.
"Please."
Mao Xiang gestured for Lan Shenxing to enter the torture chamber.
"Is His Majesty serious?"
Lan Shenxing's eyes twitched.
"Take him in!"
Mao Xiang didn't waste his breath on him. After all, Zhu Yuanzhang was watching from the shadows.
Furthermore, he had personally arranged a 'procedure' for Lan Shenxing to remove the thorns. However, the person who carried it out was Mao Xiang.
In that case, if Zhu Biao asked, he could push the blame to Mao Xiang.
Then, he added,"I don't know. Could it be that Mao Xiang took the initiative and captured him?"
Old Zhu was an expert at pretending to be crazy.
Lan Shenxing was escorted into the torture chamber. He was not the only one in the torture chamber. A person was tied to the torture rack three meters away.
This person's entire body was a bloody mess. His fingernails were gone.
There was also a sharp object that looked like a steel needle inserted into the flesh of his finger.
Obviously, he had already been tortured.
"Punish him!"
Mao Xiang waved his hand.
An Embroidered Uniform Guard carried a bucket of boiling hot water and walked in.
"Hey…"
Lan Shenxing said.
If he played so big, he would die!
Before he could finish, Mao Xiang interrupted,""Calm down, Chief Lan. This isn't yours.”
The Embroidered Uniform Guards lifted a wooden bucket filled with boiling hot water and splashed it on the man's back.
"Wuuu…"
This person was in great pain and kept screaming.
As he opened his mouth.
Lan Shenxing realized…
This person's teeth were gone, and his tongue had been pulled out.
This was to prevent him from committing suicide.
After a while, the man's back was torn open.
The Embroidered Uniform Guards took out an iron brush and vigorously scrubbed his back.
In an instant, minced meat splashed everywhere.
The thick smell of blood mixed with the nauseating stench of decay assaulted their noses.
The intense pain made him faint.
However, he was immediately woken up by the Jinyiwei's cold water mixed with chili water.
When the wound came into contact with the chili water, the person's body twitched continuously.
He wanted to die, but he couldn't.
He wanted to faint, but it was just a wild wish.
However…
Things were not over yet.
The two Brocade Guards pressed him to the ground, took off his clothes, and secured his limbs.
Then, he took out a sharp blade and moved it up and down on the ribs in front of his chest.
The ribs were used as strings, and the tip of the blade was used as a wave.
The squeaking sound was exceptionally ear-piercing.
In Zhao Prison, the Brocade Guards called it…playing the pipa.
Blood gushed out of his body and flowed to the ground.
Even so, he was still not dead. What awaited him was endless punishment, day after day.
Until he died.
"Lan Qianhu, do you know what crime he committed?”
Mao Xiang looked at Lan Shenxing.
"I don't know."
Lan Shenxing shook his head.
"He talked nonsense about Your Majesty at home and was arrested three days ago. He has already lived in Zhao Prison for three days.”
At this point, Mao Xiang walked up to Lan Shenxing and said,""And your crime is even more serious than his. Tell me…how should I deal with you?”
Lan Shenxing was fixed on the torture instrument. He stared at Mao Xiang and said,""Deal with me? Do you really dare?"
"Why not?"
Mao Xiang snorted and laughed.
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded. What was he afraid of?
Although he couldn't play the pipa or wash away the heavy punishment, he could still do small punishments.
"Then let's do it. Do the same thing for me!" Lan Shenxing said with a smile. If you don't do that, you're all sons of bitches!”
"You…"
Mao Xiang's expression changed.
He finally knew why Zhu Yuanzhang called this fellow a shameless child.
Was this really him?
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